Twenty-Sixth House of Westeros ♛ Written ♛ Stone Is a Mountain's Daughter

[songsandstories]

[The sound of her own voice betraying her is enough for her to switch this to writing. Her penmanship is as neat as ever despiter her nerves.]

A peculiar feeling has come over me since waking. I am not sure what it is, but it does not do me well. I cannot name it, and it is no ailment to warrant a maester. I am not ill--

It seems I have a need to say whatever it is in my head. [It has not yet been so bad to reveal any harbored truths.]

I'm afraid I told a young woman her dress looked ugly. How strange.

Comments

Mother

[songsandstories]

It matters little. The truth is already known. [For the most part. There's very little that she hasn't told Cat.]

Sansa

[ladywinter]

I'm glad we have that, at least. [If they couldn't be mother and daughter properly, it was at least a comfort to know that there are few secrets between them.]

Mother

[songsandstories]

[It only makes things difficult, but she's glad her mother likes it.]

I cannot say that of many here. [Though there are still things she doesn't know between her and Petyr, and what had befell Lysa.]